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"Enjolras. Just Enjolras, I cannot seem to remember my first name. Calhoun's doing, no doubt," oddly he doesn't sound bitter about the part where he can't remember his name- but Calhoun's name he practically spits. Not his favourite mouse, that one.

"Hershel is a good friend, however he needn't have worried," which Enjolras finished his sentence by punctuating it with a wracking cough, water still in his lungs and all. Deeply uncomfortable. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, though I do wish it were it better circumstances,"

"You can't?" That's... odd. The only other person he's met here who has only a single name is Snake, and that could at least be explained as an alias. Enjorlas was... well, not a name he feels at all familiar with, but certainly name-sounding.

He seems about to move closer to support when Enjorlas begins coughing, although he stops himself before actually taking so much as a step. It's probably better to give the man some space.

"It can't really be helped." After all, Sasuke himself had arrived just in time for everyone to inform him that they had just lost a fellow test subject to murder. He doubts there's ever really a good time to meet in here of all places.

"--You're sure you're alright, though? I think I saw Snake going to the lounge too, but there should be enough seats to rest in at least." He... definitely looks like he could use a break, that's for sure.

"I cannot," he agreed, "I know that I had a first name, but what it was..." he gave a vague shrug, "I do not believe that I used it very often, whatever it was, or perhaps it might feel more familiar to me,"

He coughed again, though this time it was less wracking, into his carefully positioned hand. He didn't want to bend either one too much, drive any of the glass shards that he needed to find a way to pry out any deeper. Perhaps someone around this place still had a knife-

It wouldn't be pretty, but it would at least have done the trick.

"I am," he promised lowly, "As it is I do not think I am quite prepared to deal with more people than I have to, let alone the world's most uncomfortable couch," there's a slight pang of grief at these words, an emotion he had not really let himself feel. His eyes dropped, and a slow, shaky exhale left him, before he shook his head a little to clear it.

"How was your first puzzle room?" anything to deflect.

"Snake didn't look like he was doing well, from what I saw of him." Putting it mildly. "He's probably resting too."

But it's not like he can force Enjorlas to go, so he'll relent and follow the conversation... unless Enjorlas' condition looks like it's worsening, anyway.

"It could have gone worse." Especially after getting a look at Enjorlas' state. Hershel mentioned triggering a trap, but he had also explicitly said it wasn't violent. How in the world did Enjorlas end up like this...? "We almost started off on the wrong track, but we figured out the right way to go through it in the end."

"What a group we make," Enjolras sounded resigned about this, his gaze still focused upon the floor. What good had any of his antics really done? What had he accomplished, in the long run? He'd only made the puzzle room far more difficult for Hershel and Ema to solve (and, it had to be Hershel and Ema, because Enjolras had been off his face drugged for pretty much the whole damn thing) and then nearly drowned himself.

He maybe irritated Calhoun a little, but that was it.

Next time, he was going to have to do something more substantial.

"Regardless, I am glad to see you were successful, and you do not seem to have triggered anything too terrible," he doesn't smile, and there's a bit of a terseness to his tone. He doesn't really like remembering the trap he triggered, and what he'd caused them all to go through because of it. It stings.

He doesn't look like he just got dumped in a lake after a fight with a wall, no. However, there's a little hesitation in his voice; something isn't adding up here.

"Hershel said something about a trap, but he said it wasn't a violent one. Did something else happen in there...?" He words it as vaguely as possible, allowing for a vague reply in return. He doubts Calhoun would appreciate it if Enjorlas ruined the "surprise" for whoever ended up in the room next, but if they stayed away from the specifics...

Good grief he was so glad that he was no longer drugged when Sasuke asked him the question. Otherwise he might have started laughing again and- well, if no one heard that sound again it was probably for the best. Just ask Hershel.

"It was my intention to cause Calhoun as much of a headache as possible. There was a glass case with two mannequins inside of it, and Ema suggested I break the glass. In doing so the three of us were gassed, myself more severely and everything turned..." he hesitated then. It wasn't like him to be at a loss for words, but then again it wasn't so much a loss as trying to choose the least traumatizing word while still encompassing how horrific it had truly been, "...nightmarish. Beyond nightmarish. I lost control, and could no longer properly interpret reality. Hershel and Ema experienced the effects as well, but I took the brunt of the gas,"

...You know, that would definitely explain a lot about his appearance. Bloodied hands in particular. But still, gas that can cause horrific hallucinations... That can't be good. He'll have to keep that in mind.

"Was that part of the protest too?" Hershel did mention that as a possible reason for sitting around in the elevator.

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You should have seen him before he'd been half-drowned in the elevator, Sasuke. He'd had streaks of blood through his hair, down his cheek. There was a razor thin cut there as well, but now that it was no longer bleeding it was hardly noticeable. ~~Wouldn't want to ruin a pretty face.~~ The glass that had been in his hair was rinsed away in that ordeal, as well, though there are still probably some minute shards in those blond locks.

"Initially, but I began to lose sight of my goals- of what purpose my destruction was supposed to have. Instead it became about fighting imaginary monsters," and then sitting in the elevator had just seemed like his last resort. Little else he could do, after everything else had gone so wrong.

"Next time I shall be more prepared," and there's dangerous determination in his voice; no matter how badly this experience had gone, it was not enough to make him consider stopping trying to find a way to fight back.

"...It might be good to find a way to do it without hurting yourself in the process." It's not exactly a criticism - it's more concern than anything else. They don't really have any medical supplies, and if he was breaking glass of all things... "Are your hands alright for now? Did you get a chance to wash them out yet?"

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"Hurting myself hadn't exactly been in the plans in any way," he sounded irritated that he had to say this; of course he had not wanted to get hurt. He hadn't wanted to get anyone else hurt, either- but that hadn't been how it had worked out.

"Not beyond the water that was flooded into my elevator. While it was filling I did my best to try and pull some of the shards out, but some of the smaller ones are dug in quite deep," he's very blunt about it, and still doesn't seem particularly concerned. He knows they could fester, could become infected or worse. But there will be a solution, there was always a solution, even if he had not found it yet. It was the same with their dilemma regarding escaping this place. Even though they had not found the weakness yet did not mean that it didn't exist.

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"You didn't have anything you could use to protect your hands?" He would have thought even a thin layer of fabric might be able to do the trick - or at the very least, it may have helped keep out some of the glass.

"...Hopefully if you keep it clean enough, it won't get infected. If you're lucky the splinters might just fall out on their own." Otherwise they'd have to dig it out with a knife or something... He briefly regrets failing to pocket the knife he had found in his own puzzle room, but with how dull the edge was, it's doubtful it would have been of much help.

"In honesty Sasuke, I wasn't even aware that it was still glaass I was hitting at the time," his single, soul minded purpose had been hurting the mannequins- taking them apart, before they could try and rip off his skin.

"Perhaps," he wasn't about to go into the details of the alternative if he did not have to, as it was he was going to keep an eye out for a knife, if he could find one. Perhaps he would simply have to give in, and spend some of his hard earned coins at Calhoun's shop.

"...So that's when the gas kicked in, basically." That would explain it a bit better.

"Just keep an eye on it. If I find anything useful, I'll give it to you." Who knew; maybe Calhoun left them lying around other rooms too. Though he can only hope those didn't lead to any conflict as it nearly had in his room...

"In essence, yes," he pursed his lips a little, but then proceeded to look abashed at the other's offer, "I am afraid there is not much I can offer you in return, but hopefully if you do manage to find anything so too will I be able to find a way to express my gratitude for your help,"

He seems to be surprised that Enjorlas brought it up in the first place.

"Er... That isn't necessary." Or rather... "We're all stuck in the same situation, so it makes sense to help each other out if we can."

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